A regularHis head held highShots rang outAs he said goodbye Quivering lip!The camera caught it...Knifes at her throatScreaming Please save me!Killer being fed upInstant tracheotomyQuivering lip!The killer saw it...Murder on the standHearing the verdictWe find you guiltyDeath -- he knew itQuivering lip!The jury saw it...Drunk-driving homeAfter the bash90 through the curvetruck -- head on smashQuivering lip!Before he knew it!Wake up in a hospitalNot knowing whereAnd you look down to seethat your legs arent thereQuivering lip!Hey -- whatd you expect?

Wake up to the nagging of the clock radio and the sick world newsstarts to pour and flow. Got yer murders rapes and stabbings and yerchild abuse some guys trying to tell you how to clean yer tooth.Drive to work make yer way trough the billboard maze try to catchyer breath in the smog and haze theres signs to sell you sex and drugsto ease the pain and more TV shows to numb yer dead brain.Read the paper catch the latest body count score turn the page andfind out bout Zsa Zsa Gabor. Look down and see another pantyhosead flip the page and find out why Johnny cant add.Everythings the same when you see it on TV.So why the heck should you even listen to me?United States ofGenerica.Drive home listen to the gab gab gab evening news makes it all seemso drab acid rain into a cat food commercial every days just anotherboring rehearsal.Eat a TV dinner from a microwave oven. Geraldos got a satanicwitchcraft coven sponsored by Lysol to keep you germ-free.Why the heck should you even listen to me?See the half-naked girl for the TV tease. AIDS is the ultimate mediadisease. Its got sex and death and drugs to keep the ratings high.Change the channel belch and fart and dont ask why.Never expect the whole story.Cuz everythings the same when you see it on TV.UNGOWA!Kiss the wife goodnight and dream of endless hysteria. Welcome myfriends to the United States of Generica.UNGOWA

Ive told you so many times that Im running out of breath becauseIm only talking till Im blue in the face and not a moment less becauseI only love the sound of my voice I know youre all impressed with meBut in reality the fact is listening to you just makes me more depressed.Here we go again I hear the nails on the blackboard start. But when it really comes down to it Id rather listen to you fart. Talking only about yourself makes you feel whole lot better. Why not just pick up a pen and write yourself a love letter?Hi! Howve I been? Well the weathers fine and Im having wonderful time and I wish I was here.Signed.SincerelyWithLoveFromMeTo...MeHa

Im looking to be saved on my radio waves.And dont care how it feels as long as I behave.Remembering to forget my TV set.And I dont have a clue to what happened to you.Youll hit the ceiling when I say what Im revealing.Just sends you to reeling to say what Im feeling.I got no heart and I got no mindAnd I got no eyes - if I did theyd be blind.You got yourself lost on a twisted cross.But Im at a loss when you say youre the boss.You got yourself lost on a twisted cross.But Im at a loss when you say youre the boss.Like a king youre wearing a crownBuilding castle walls all around.Youre gonna start to believe the delusions.It could disappear without a soundAnd it all could tumble on down.Castles in the sky just always seem to crumble down to the ground.It could disappear without a soundAnd it all could tumble on down.Castles in the sky just always seem to crumble down to the ground.You can listen to your heros today.But then dont believe a word they say cause you wont find your ownSolution if you try to believe their delusions It could disappear without a soundAnd it all could tumble on down.Castles in the sky just always seem to crumble down to the ground.It could disappear without a soundAnd it all could tumble on down.Castles in the sky just always seem to crumble down to the ground.

OK lets play a game with a map of the world. Well call it Risk.And you roll the dice so you can get more armies So you can conquer the world.Then you bomb torture rape and pillageVaporize the village.OK lets play another game. I could tell you my secrets. Well call it Telephone.And then you tell someone else Until the truth is distorted and unrecognizable.We could make mountains out of molehills Out of nothing Out of dustBetray your trust.OK one more game and the game is up. Well call it MousetrapSee we got a pretty good one Were gonna build us a better one.Were gonna catch that pup Were gonna string him up.And though we cant make the world any safer playing gamesWe can build a real good mousetrap

At night my body stays home my mind climbs over the fenceTo a place not too far where things dont have to make sense.And it takes with it things it collects trough the daySnaps them together and molds them like clay.(Act 1) My head is a fish my hands are fins the only feelings I expressIts all so meaningless. And round and round I skim the sea andthen disappear until act 2 and 3.Picking up speed as the night drags behindMy logic transforms and then it stretches my mind.The edges get blurry and that harp starts to playAs the facts dwindle down and the plot starts to sway.(Act 2) I was sittin on the beach on Valentines DayWith the heart-shaped balloons all around.The bombing commerced I went for my gunI jumped back in the hole and I was hit.As my leftover thoughts from yesterdays mealTurn into todays hunger pains they revealA rippled reflection of things left unsaidIn this nighttime playground this cloud above my head.(Act 3) I was barreling down a hill in a big rig truck out of controlGot to go real fast I got to protect her got to save my baby from thesatanic stamp collectors.Its all so meaningless

They sent our brothers off to die in a land called VietnamWhile bloated housewives sat around wondering Why dont we just drop the bomb?Corpses filled with Heroin made money for the C.I.A. And napalm bombs and Agent Orange made Southeast Asia safe.Change the country change the names to protect the guilty ones.Bloated housewives undercoverCentral Intelligence Sitting in the suburbs saying Sandinista sucks And why dont we just drop the bombs on those slimy commie fucks?Bloated housewife missionary saves the heathen child.Brown babies with bloated bellies spirits running wild.Id tell you to get on your knees if you could reach your feet!So-called salvation in exchange for something to eat.Bloated housewives rule the world.

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People dont care about love anymoreit seems that all they wanna do is make aworld of hatetheyre greedy and fuckin abusivetelling me caring is uselessall the time theyre never thinking of thingsthat really countwhy do all of you wanna make aworld of hate

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Im not an evil guy It makes me wonder why You cannot understandThis thing I do with my hand. And how come you cant see Its hilarious to me Its just an inside jokeMeant only to poke funAt the metal farce Fast girls and cars And the devil too. So this song is for you causeI love cats and hate the bomb. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR MOMAnd Im as honest as the day is long. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR MOMS-A-T-A-N He is not my friend Mephistopholes Does not make me pleased And Beelzebubs a jerk I am not his clerk Or his errand boyOr his puppet toytoytoytoy.Im not an evil guy It makes me wonder You cannot understandThis thing I do with my hand.I LOVE CATS AND HATE THE BOMB. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR MOMAND IM AS HONEST AS THE DAY IS LONG. ANTISATAN SONG FOR MOMOH THE DEVIL REALLY MAKES ME YAWN. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR MOMYOU GOT ME WONDERING WHERE I WENT WRONG. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR YOUMom

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